Page 40 of Mastered By Desire

“Got it.”

“Going to fuck you now, Leah.”

“Please, yes.”

Instead of lowering himself to me, he lifts me and settles me onto his lap so I’m straddling him. I reach between us and grip his length in my hand.

“Fuck, little girl. Sit on my cock.”

I angle forward and sink onto him. So full. So fucking full. My eyes flutter shut as I take him in, my body molding itself around him.

Perfection.

“Yes,” he says, lifting one of my breasts and sucking the nipple into his mouth.

Sparks of pleasure shoot through me.

He grips my ass with one hand, directing a rhythm that I am all too happy to follow. Every drag over his length drives my euphoria higher.

If I were to stop and think about this, I’d marvel at how I’m having sex with Dmitri.Dmitri. But there’s no room for thought, only feeling.

I put my hands on his shoulders for more leverage, moving up and down over him. Colorful lights from the TV screen illuminate the back of the living room and play over Dmitri’s handsome face and muscles.

“Fuck, you feel so good, little girl.” He kisses my neck and gives my ass a little spank. “Keep fucking me, yeah, like that.”

As if I could stop. This is too amazing, too perfect. We continue to move together, our skin growing damp with sweat, the scent of our arousal mingling in the air around us.

“Just like that,” Dmitri says. “Yeah, Leah. Good job, you take me so well, like you’re fucking made for me. Fuck.”

I revel in his praise, lifting up and down. Leaning forward, I kiss him, tangling my tongue with his.

It’s so good. I didn’t know it could be so good.

He pulls back from our kiss, looking dazed. “Trust me?”

“I’ve always trusted you.”

“Good girl.” He grips my neck with his big hand, squeezing gently.

Yes, yes, yes. I can still breathe, but less easily. His control and my lack of air heighten everything. Every lift and fall of my hips, every brush of his thumb against my clit.

I’m so close, so close.

His gaze is locked on mine, those stormy eyes intense. “Better come soon, little girl.”

My movements grow erratic, jumbled. My thighs burn with fatigue.

“Come for me.” Dmitri gasps out the words. “Fuckingcome, Leah.”

An explosive surge of pleasure lashes through my limbs, overtaking me. I cry out with the force of it, my body shuddering.

“Fuck—yes!” Dmitri shouts, banding his arms around me and holding me tight, speared on his cock as far down as I can go.

The pulse of his release is rhythmic, matching my own aftershocks, and we pant in each other’s arms.

Dmitri

Post-nut clarity hits me like a brick to the face.

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